The wind caught in the arms of mills mocks the drama
of minutes floating across the sky. Don Quixote of the elongated
sun’s shadows rested his chin on his hand – his gaze dull.
A windmill. A windmill. Rosinante with a bony jaw gathers
crickets and eats because they look and smell like grass.
And while in the bushes Sancho Pansa ravishes a girl
who within her thick red body harbors Dulcinea’s
defenseless collarbones – Don Quixote confronts a giant.
And wins. Chittery green music splits Rosinante’s
gaunt ribs.
(Halina Poswiatowska)
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